Draco Malfoy
Who: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Wilkins
Where: Every Flavour
When: August 11
Draco could not believe what just happened.
Where: Every Flavour
When: August 11
Draco could not believe what just happened.
"See you at the office, Malfoy." Draco watched her backside as Ginny walked swayed away. It was the most erotic disgusting thing to ever happen to him. When Wilkins came out of the Mens' room, Draco was still rather shocked.
"So, Mr. Malfoy. Do we have a deal?" Wilkins was leering at him and holding his hand out for Draco to shake. Draco considered the deal. He'd make at least a third of this man's profits if he took on Wilkins as a client. He grasped the other man's hand firmly and shook.
"Yes, Wilkins, we do." Draco smirked coolly and walked out the door, wondering what Weasley would do if he just popped into her flat. No doubt she'd changed her wards against him since his last journey into her flat and tonight he didn't feel up to splatting himself against some angry witch's wards. As he strolled to a far off Apparition point, he remembered the way her hair had caught the coloured, flying lights. How her lips had curved into his smirk. The way her hips swayed under the tight leather pants.
When he finally returned home, he was still fantasizing about what, exactly, he'd do to the littlest Weasel if he got his hands on her. Pansy'd kill him if she found out about his thoughts that night. Fortunately for Draco, Pansy was terrible at Legilimency. Perhaps it was time for a bit of fire in his life...
"So, Mr. Malfoy. Do we have a deal?" Wilkins was leering at him and holding his hand out for Draco to shake. Draco considered the deal. He'd make at least a third of this man's profits if he took on Wilkins as a client. He grasped the other man's hand firmly and shook.
"Yes, Wilkins, we do." Draco smirked coolly and walked out the door, wondering what Weasley would do if he just popped into her flat. No doubt she'd changed her wards against him since his last journey into her flat and tonight he didn't feel up to splatting himself against some angry witch's wards. As he strolled to a far off Apparition point, he remembered the way her hair had caught the coloured, flying lights. How her lips had curved into his smirk. The way her hips swayed under the tight leather pants.
When he finally returned home, he was still fantasizing about what, exactly, he'd do to the littlest Weasel if he got his hands on her. Pansy'd kill him if she found out about his thoughts that night. Fortunately for Draco, Pansy was terrible at Legilimency. Perhaps it was time for a bit of fire in his life...